DROOPING in the sunlit streams, We are wrapped all day in dreams; Morn and noon and evening light Robed for us in garbs of night. Only when the moon appears Through a silvery mist of tears, From the waters dark and still, We arise to drink our fill Of the tender love he sheds On our fair enamored heads. Ah! no longer wrapped in dreams, How we pant beneath his beams! How, with breath of softest sighs, We unclose our yearning eyes, And our snowy necks in pride Curve about the glittering tide! Warmth for warmth and kiss for kiss, All our pulses burn with bliss, Till revealed our inmost charms Glowing in the night-god's arms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE GREATER TESTAMENT (XXII, XXIII, AND XXVI) by FRANCOIS VILLON WHAT I LIVE FOR by GEORGE LINNAEUS BANKS THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON BEFORE SEDAN by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON AFTER A JOURNEY by THOMAS HARDY A SATIRE [OR, SATYR] AGAINST MANKIND by JOHN WILMOT THE LUTE OBEYS by THOMAS WYATT A TOUCH OF NATURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN EPITAPH (AFTER THE GREEK EPIGRAMS) by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |